The long legs of the child carried her away from the cold stone walls, leaving Troy to explore and hunt for treasure or maybe speak to others that lived in this sparkling room. The giraffe felt a drain on her spirit, missing the lush plant-life of the green room, missing them so. The so-called Lord claimed he had a garden and she did plan to go see it when the moment presented itself but for now she sought out a quite area of her own.

Like it the green room, she was able to urge on a little fern to grow up, but could she call to a plant that slept under the dirt? Come on, you can do it! Gazing at the ground between her front hooves. Only when she felt a hum to her neck, did something happen. Lowering herself down, the child saw green peak out from the dirt. Oh how shy it was, but it did show it's leaves. What sort of green are you? Thinking as she softly nuzzled the plant, hoping to try and help it grow some more. Hoping to show Troy the little trick she learned when she was better at controlling it.

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